User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-4677325-20190630032503/@comment-4677325-20190630061907

“Oh, aye— Wait.” Farlow held up a paw for silence before snapping to attention and shouting. “Scout Farlow reportin’ for duty, guest included, not a threat!”

Within an instant, there was a quiet whistle and dozens of Woodlanders emerged from the tents and the surrounding trees, returning to their business cooking and eating lunch as if nothing had happened.

A red squirrel wearing a faded green tunic and the same patch as Farlow, though with a golden checkered pattern instead of stripes, approached the two. He sniffed, his brown eyes first checking over before staring over at Jarky. “State your name and business here, miss.”